Open Poetry #33 |
Pain Pulsing Heart |
klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
My pain pulsing heart you'll no longer beat me, nor turn my circles into uncornered squares. I've numbered you, caged you, clothed you in serpent's stripped scales. You're a ribbed orb- over-rippened by my Agean sun. You've but one sickly surge to arch a flattened vein. Pain pulsing heart, your neon lights are starving to blinking pales. Your deep crushed steps are unsilvered mirrors 'neath warming night snow. You are bleeding to pink- dying as the buffalo nickle aside a rusty rail; you're the gray blackbird 'midst molting thorns of foam. |
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ShiningWindHaze Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 138California, United States |
there were some really good lines here and I felt every one. keep it up. you're very talented. - Haze |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
As the pain dies away, ebbing into mists...there the true heart is reinvented, rejuvenated and bursts forth in its true nature...Life. Well done. TD |
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